Back to scribbles and gibberish.
It's been over 2 years without a laptop. Doing posts mainly from my iPhone. I pretty much set up this blog on it, through the help of others i've been able to have a limping start (which i have abandoned) on computers of dear friends. I sit here today in gratitude to the fine friends and family of 9th Wave Gallery. They gifted me this iPad thingy and after receiving my case and keyboard, i'm back....sorta, still getting used to the finites of an iPad not being a laptop.
This last year has been one of progression. In my living situation, the art, and brain activity. The last progression-always in question.
We, Patrick Parker and i found this 3 bedroom house with an attached studio space.
The Plant Too Pupukea.
The art has been evolving since the Radbowvision series turned on....off of Black canvases. "Soul Most Known" being the first culmination of those studies. The Universal Soul Series to date...
A constant gardening of thoughts and wrought-Positive and negative in a Yin Yang hole whole.
So yeagh....Throughout this year of Blogging silence here, a closing off had happened simultaneously in my writing. As an artist, i began this true transparency of truth within my shares when Deborah got sick. I felt the sensations of being surrounded by loving and caring people (some i knew, some not). It was never a "wearing of my heart on the sleeve" mentality, more so, the sharing is to let people know that they are not alone in this speck in time of our human existence.
This year has been a rad ride of erratic stumbles of public drunkenness and "pull yourself together for one last show" redemptions. Did i say, "grief is a bitch" yet? Between finding/meeting alive
Angels that Love, worry, care, and help me through this, it seems i have found my self more grateful each day, surrounded by solid friends....despite my quriks.
We are all succinctly aware of how our stock in happiness may rise and fall into depths unfathomable into the next moment or trivial opposition. I'm guessing at this moment in time, i'm just "here watching the wheels go round and round" to maybe reach the next one. One that can almost relate to their unique yet collective dream of ours, to get up in the proverbial morning and choose to be awake, or to be asleep...and it would be cool and fine to the next moment, next person, next angel, here or not.
Imagine with a grasp of the time is an illusion theory, that you indeed have in the grand scale of time itself-20 minutes. Twenty minutes with each human you meet. Twenty minutes of giving your best, coolest, you there is....imagine. You as well as the other humans know its twenty minutes that you have....
The art has been evolving since the Radbowvision series turned on....off of Black canvases. "Soul Most Known" being the first culmination of those studies. The Universal Soul Series to date...
A constant gardening of thoughts and wrought-Positive and negative in a Yin Yang hole whole.
So yeagh....Throughout this year of Blogging silence here, a closing off had happened simultaneously in my writing. As an artist, i began this true transparency of truth within my shares when Deborah got sick. I felt the sensations of being surrounded by loving and caring people (some i knew, some not). It was never a "wearing of my heart on the sleeve" mentality, more so, the sharing is to let people know that they are not alone in this speck in time of our human existence.
This year has been a rad ride of erratic stumbles of public drunkenness and "pull yourself together for one last show" redemptions. Did i say, "grief is a bitch" yet? Between finding/meeting alive
Angels that Love, worry, care, and help me through this, it seems i have found my self more grateful each day, surrounded by solid friends....despite my quriks.
We are all succinctly aware of how our stock in happiness may rise and fall into depths unfathomable into the next moment or trivial opposition. I'm guessing at this moment in time, i'm just "here watching the wheels go round and round" to maybe reach the next one. One that can almost relate to their unique yet collective dream of ours, to get up in the proverbial morning and choose to be awake, or to be asleep...and it would be cool and fine to the next moment, next person, next angel, here or not.
Imagine with a grasp of the time is an illusion theory, that you indeed have in the grand scale of time itself-20 minutes. Twenty minutes with each human you meet. Twenty minutes of giving your best, coolest, you there is....imagine. You as well as the other humans know its twenty minutes that you have....
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